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Get That Work | DK the Drummer (ft. Devon Gilfillian & Adam L. As Himself)

Stream, listen or download Get That Work now! https://ingrv.es/get-that-work-rsg-4 Apple Music:   / dk-the-drummer   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0idL9... Instagram:   / dkthedrummer   Twitter:   / dkthedrummer   YouTube:    / dkthedrummer   Facebook:   / dkingthedrummer   Follow Devon Gilfillian Apple Music:   / devon-gilfillian   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5cbak... Instagram:   / devongilfillian   Twitter:   / devongilfillian   YouTube:    / @devongilfillian   Facebook:   / devongmusic   Follow Adam L. As Himself Instagram:   / adamlashimself   ========= Back in the day they brought us over on a boat But didn’t realize that my people were so full of light that we made it float They didn’t reach the signs concerning the alignments of the stars that we wrote Didn’t read between the lines you can take us out the place but not the bass from out the throat Not a light from out the eyes, not the strength from out the back, not the blood from out the veins But the struggle that became was debasing all our mothers put their husbands in the grave Took our youngest for abductions of the brain, made us hunger for the crumbs that never came Made us numb to anything we couldn’t eat, dad gummet, And they stuffed us up enough to make us slaves Made us suffer so that we could not compete I gotta say I can’t knock ‘em for the logic Cause the minute that you let a brother in it you consent to competition with colossus So they forbid us to engender any wisdom and the sent us into prison for the profits Or the let us dribble for the profits, or they let us spit to get the profits, or they let us sell the grit and get the profits, I’m sayin’ man Get that work! Spit out that syrup Scribble that verse bout how it hurts out with a big fat cursive stroke Tiptoe in the dirt Lift souls from the earth Schizo to berzerk This whole get low when it hits don’t work Get out and get it! Get out and get it! Right now Schizo that flip-modes to berzerk This whole get low when it hits don’t work Get out and get it! We don’t even know our names We don’t even know what country we came from We don’t even own our faces Pinker people keep smudging on makeup Even we agree to hate us We believe it when they trow some caucasian queens on tv screens to play us Meanin people keep on playin us like a fiddle, like a minstrel, like I’m simple It’s like a riddle I can sit on any side despite the middle I can write a little, I can simp, or I can get on if I try a little And if I try a little harder, maybe they’ll see me as a martyr And I can die a little farther up the chain than the brothers who remain more Wayne than a Carter, More a stain than a mark, more Twain than Bambara Get that work! Spit out that syrup Scribble that verse bout how it hurts out with a big fat cursive stroke Tiptoe in the dirt Lift souls from the earth Schizo that flip-modes to berzerk This whole get low when it hits don’t work Get out and get it! Get out and get it! Right now This whole gets low it hits don’t work Schizo that flip-modes to berzerk This whole get low when it hits don’t work Get out and get it ========= Contact: [email protected]